The Brus Book IX (John Barbour Poems)
Now leve we intill the ForestDouglas that sall bot litill restTill the countre ...
Now leve we intill the ForestDouglas that sall bot litill restTill the countre ...
The Argument.The feild of Cree feirce Edwards praise beginnHe beats with fiftie fiftein hundreth foesThe thrid time Douglas doth his ...
The night-sun sails in his gold canoe,The spirits walk in the realms of airWith their glowing faces and flaming hair,And ...
March month of 'many weathers' wildly comesIn hail and snow and rain and threatning humsAnd floods: while often at his ...
To bid the brave White Chief adieu, on the shady shore gathered the warriors;His glad boatmen manned the canoe, and the oars ...
"Did earth ever seeOn thy prairie's lineTribes older than thine,Old Chief of the Cree?""Before us we knowOf none who lived ...
Let the Statesman swarm like bees, At Receptions and Levees, And Diplomats the drawing-room adorn; Let Patriots grow gray, ...
Sweet Jenny by the Solway Sands, Fair Jenny by the Cree;This rose that once lay in thy hands, Still speaks ...
Saft fa's the sun on Anwoth Hills When simmer smiles an' a' is fair;But what is licht to them or ...
et plus profonde, ou l'interet et l'avarice parlent moins haut que la raison, dans les instants de chagrin domestique, de ...
HERE is the glen, and here the bower All underneath the birchen shade; The village-bell has told the hour, O ...
Now Eddie Malone got a swell grammyfone to draw all the trade to his store; An' sez he: "Come along ...
Come out, O Little Moccasins, and frolic on the snow! Come out, O tiny beaded feet, and twinkle in the ...
When the boys come out from Lac Labiche in the lure of the early Spring, To take the pay of ...
On the ragged edge of the world I'll roam, And the home of the wolf shall be my home, And ...
When I face north a lost Cree on some new shore puts a moccasin down, rock in the light and ...
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